Xi Ming had barely left when Jingli, who had been glaring like a tiger outside the door, hurried in to lodge a complaint.
"I don't like that person," he said very seriously.
"Fine." Jiang Wang placated him casually. "If you don't like him, then I don't like him either."
"It's not that I have a bad temper." As the senior brother, Jingli could not let his junior brother think him petty. He solemnly explained why he disliked Xi Ming. "He didn't use his full strength on the Floating Continent. While all of us were fighting for our lives, he was holding back. I sensed that he had greater power which he never unleashed. That was why Evil Ghost Heavenly Dao's slash nearly killed him. He brought that situation upon himself by being dishonest, and then made you risk yourself to save him."
Jiang Wang shook his head. "At a moment of life and death, he was still thinking of concealing his strength. I don't know whether to call him confident or foolish... But he presumably isn't an idiot. Perhaps he had his own reasons! Maybe he was playing with fate?"
That little joke at the end did not make Jingli laugh.
He still brooded over Xi Ming concealing his strength and causing his junior brother to take a risk. "Junior Brother, you're just too honest and too kind. If you don't remember to keep your distance from people like that, who knows how many times you'll be fooled in the future."
"Then keep a closer eye on me," Jiang Wang said with a smile. "With your discerning eyes!"
Jingli proudly raised his bald head. He felt a sense of responsibility—the responsibility of "a senior brother protecting his junior brother and teaching him how to face this world."
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